Page 25 of Viva Wed Vegas

She clasps her hands over her mouth. “Sojmg,” she mumbles.

“What?” I press.

She moves her hands away from her mouth. “Sorry. Does Cash know?” she asks.

I shake my head. “No, of course not. No one knows. I’m not sure if I’m just late or premenopausal.” I shrug.

Josie arches her brow. “Are you even thirty?” she pushes. “And how late?” she adds.

I fold my arms across my chest, looking down at my feet. “Like six weeks,” I mutter.

“Six weeks!” Josie screeches.

“Shhhhh! Will you shut the fuck up?” I snap.

“Why the hell are you just doing something about it now?” she asks.

I groan and flop down on the bed dramatically. “Because everything had died down and things were good. No drama. And I guess I figured my period would turn up. I kept reading about pre-menopause, and I convinced myself it was that,” I confess.

“You were drinking last night!” Josie gasps.

I shake my head. “I swapped out every drink,” I state.

“How did we not notice?” Josie asks, frowning.

I smirk. “Easy. You were all trashed.”

She snorts. “True. I haven’t felt that wasted since I was a teenager getting drunk in a local farmer’s field on cheap cider.”

I smile. “I don’t want to cause a scene, and I don’t want to take anything away from Star and Ghost’s big day,” I assert.

Josie pats my arm. “Leave it with me.” She gets up and opens the door. “Belle! Come here a second,” she yells.

I sit up, my eyes wide. Josie waves me off like it will be fine.

Belle walks in, wearing a deep red wrap dress that hugs her curves and dips low at the bust. “What’s up?” she asks.

“We need a pregnancy test,” Josie states.

“Oh my god, are you pregnant?!” Belle squeaks excitedly.

“Who’s pregnant?” Nova asks as she walks into the room.

“Maggie,” Josie points. I sit with my head in my hands.

“I don’t have a test,” Belle says. “Oh, Rhea might,” she states, turning and yelling for Rhea.

“What’s up?” Rhea asks, walking into the room, looking at each of us.

“Have you got a pregnancy test for Maggie?” Belle asks her.

Rhea’s eyes go wide and her smile widens.

I roll my eyes. “So much for keeping it quiet,” I mutter to Josie.

“Can you tell me if this looks okay?” Elsie asks, walking into the room in a deep bottle green satin dress. She looks around. “Everything okay? Why are you all standing in here?” she asks, confused.

Josie looks at me, wincing. “Sure, tell her. Maybe while you’re there you could tell Cash for me,” I say sarcastically.

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